Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of non pertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noontide of our prosperity.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.